Short Comeliness Poems
Short Comeliness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Comeliness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Comeliness by length and keyword.
Friendship for a start is tremendous, I guess,
In awe as your countenance encapsulate comeliness.
Today might be bright, but I didn't come with torch ??.
I came with something brighter ??
Oh the heady days of youth
Fondly now recalled
Evoke such sweet reverie
Comeliness enthralled
Reflections were kind
In a looking glass of yore
Memories enshrined
consecrate
the stillness
with tenderness,
be gentle
in
seasons of
liberty:
the
manifold
murmurs
of an easy
heart
in garlands
of serenity..
..evergreen.. in
endless
comeliness
An eloquent stutterer he was,
whose anecdotes were luscious and true
he lived in the days of aesthetics,
but had no comeliness in size or stature;
His teachings were unadulterated and void of fallacy
Ipso facto he was condemned to the gallows,
he tasted of the legendary hemlock potion
And died before he lived.
.
Such has passed
the flower
her soft touch
her
pure loveliness
allure
comeliness
such has passed
the precious days
which count
she was born
Such shall not pass
the promise
from the One who
did raise our Lord
“to raise all
who are His”
I was in His bosom before
time existed
With no form or comeliness
I was created from the dust
But nothing in me moved
Until His breath hit me
Then i came to full life
The very essence of Him
I am created to praise Him
That I will always do
Let your breath come afresh
on me
Renew me with your Spirit.
(Written 7th January. 2024)
Full Trust I have in my power
Now formidable like a tower,
Before foes to not cower
Like the confronted by a prowler
Or an infant in a bower …
Full freshness in my power:
I know in the next one hour
Things shall cease to be sour:
A new comeliness of Rose Flower,
Not a thing to make me glower;
An Early Widow for a dower…
A Pillar Trust in my Power!
Fate
has no face
no voice
no comeliness
and yet
we sense it
we feel it
we hear it
wherever we go
as if it were
standing behind us
like our very own shadow.
Upon her face hangs a pout,
Which under her philtrum she wears so pink.
Not that she wills to show sulkiness,
But to send a flirtatious invitation,
And inveigle mine to repose on her rosy bight.
A fool he who ignores a pout and a wink.
Never could I resist the beams of her comeliness;
To kiss me and erase the pout is her intention.
When fate decides to bring you love
Clouds moved to show the stars above
You the crowning jewel of the stratosphere
Your breath of incense pervade the atmosphere
None to compare at such radiant comeliness
If I should fail you I crave your forgiveness
I’d be heartbroken if I should ever lose you
Because I feel I am wearing the luckiest shoe
I thank fate that of all I was the chosen one
To reciprocate the love of one second to none
In the recesses of my mind
Lurks an imaginary fiend;
a part of my psyche’s design
borne of a roguish, mutate gene.
Deceit belies my comeliness
To my casual encounters,
I’m well-mannered and smartly dressed
I’m an unsuspecting monster.
Damn fools! Clothes never make the man
nor his discriminating taste.
This real man is more inhuman
whose moral state is unchaste.
I was born with this affliction
Wreaking pain is satisfaction.
poised on the edge of fall
mother's leaven variegated peaks
lie on a sea of blood-orange streaks,
tease of yellow, and green loveliness.
facing upwards, as the breeze
seeks a hum from her breast richly pleased
of endowment; she sneaks a peek
upward towards the salmon ocean sky,
transcendent heaven,
and the lord's painted birds fly by.
nigh the slow rivers edge
reflecting its ripple comeliness.
9/23/2019